-Yes, I’m behind. Let’s play some catch-up.
-Congrats to the people of Libya for finally pushing He Who’s Name Has Too Many Goddamn Spellings out of power. You are now the proud owners of a shiny new fledgling democracy. Just remember to set up a separation of Church and State, allow freedom of speech, set up a fair, progressive tax system and avoid killing anybody who disagrees with you. Also, if someone comes up to you and offers to save you money by privatizing your essential services, wave an AK in their face until they run away. (For a much more thorough and useful version of this list, here’s Dr. Juan Cole.)
-As for Gadaffi, (And yes, I’m going with the easiest spelling.) there’s still no word on where he’s located or where’s he’s headed. But somehow, I don’t think it’s going to be that hard to find him. The man is traveling with an all-female squad of bodyguards. Unless he can pass them off as a WNBA team or convince a guard at a NATO checkpoint that he’s going to a cosplay convention as a Bond villain, it ain’t going to end well.
-Dear Rep. Cantor.
I understand that you are not a fan of government spending. I also understand that you feel uncomfortable with raising taxes for the purpose of paying for certain government services. And like a number of people, you feel that spending money on things like the United States Geological Survey, the National Weather Service, and NOAA may be all that necessary.
However, on a day that a 5.8 earthquake hits your district, which also contains an older Nuclear Power plant that if damaged enough could go all “China Syndrome” on us. You may want to consider the possibility that it was God’s way of saying, “HEY SCHMUCK! DON’T CUT DISASTER PREPAREDNESS!!!”.
Seriously, when God calls you a schmuck, you might want to rethink your life choices.
-My own two cents on the news that Tony Scott wants to remake “The Wild Bunch”.
Sam Peckinpah was a brilliant filmmaker. Among his many gifts as a filmmaker was an ability to shoot and cut an action sequence that put you inside the action and made you feel every bullet hit. Yes, the cutting was fast but it was never confusing. Every cut, every angle, built a sequence that while full of action, also told you who these men were. It was action as an extension of character.
Tony Scott is a moderately talented director who in his last few films, has apparently decided action means shaking the camera and then connecting a meth addict’s brain directly into an AVID and letting his mental spasms dictate the cuts.
This is a bad idea. And if there is any justice, Sam Peckinpah will rise from the grave and take his bloody revenge.
And then, with Tony Scott’s head in a bag, Zombie Peckinpah will then drive to Mexico for whores and Tequila, cackling madly.
EDIT: 4:14 P.M Fixed a misspelled word.